[sylvanSpider]

Marie's heart caught in her throat and she stopped breathing as the metallic woman brought a cold talon to the tip of her nose, swiping just hard enough to draw blood. She inhaled sharply through her nose, but didn't dare move. She was a deer in the headlights, frozen in the road as a semi sped toward her, full speed. She wanted to tell the woman that she was not accustomed to her patients threatening to kill her with the very real ability to do so. And that was to say nothing of the lives the woman had already claimed. The rest of the ship is gone. It's just me now, isn't it?

She didn't say any of this, however. Instead, she gulped as the metallic woman placed her face right in front of hers, fear gripping her so tight that she couldn't even blink. “I'm...a surgeon,” Marie said, slowing her speech to keep from stammering so much in a vain attempt to gather her composure, “I can...I can help you with exactly that.” Before her, if one were to look past the ornate face cape the woman so proudly wore, she saw tragedy, sadness, the eons of the nothingness of uncertaintly that bound the mechanical woman before her. Those faces had once belonged to her friends on the ship. Friends? Could she call them that? They were more like acquaintances, and bothersome more often than not. Still, she wouldn't have wished that fate on them. But then, the fate of the woman before her seemed so much worse somehow, constantly trapped in a cold metallic cage for eternity with a sever case of amnesia. She would help her, if it was the last thing she did. “I specialize in anatomical anomolies...”her voice trailed off here.

It was her specialty that led her here to begin with. They'd needed her in case any remnants of the ancient alien civilization were left. She should have stayed at the hospital. But then, she had made it her purpose to study the different anatomical constructs of every sentient being in order to help them, and now, one of these anomolies was before her asking for help. It should have been like a wet dream. If the threat of death didn't loom over her head, it probably would have. “I... will help you,” she said softly, “But I need equipment. If you'd...just follow me to the operating room, I can begin this case.” Already, her mind was reeling with possbilities as to what she could possibly do to satiate the woman. She decided to explain as she made her way to the operating room, praying to whatever god that could possibly exist (by her standards, none, but she prayed nonetheless) that she was not going to be working in vain.

“I'm...going to begin with x-rays, of sorts. I don't know if you are familiar with those or not considering you have been trapped on an empty planet for a while now, but it will essentially let me view inside you without needing to open you up,” Marie explained, just as she would with any of her other patients. She was in her comfort zone now, pushing the looming of threat of death to the comfortable recesses of her mind. “The first x-rays only allowed to show foreign objects but as the use of biomechanical appendages and replacement organs came into popularity, the need for one to detect flesh within mechanics was necessitated for the more extreme cases. It's one of these that I'll be using. This way, I won't have to prod around in you blindly. I have back up plans if this doesn't work. That is, provided I have your permission.”